Trusting your life to the whims of travel can be dangerous. It’s addictive, expensive, socially isolating, yet incredibly rewarding. The sacred experiences you have will change integral parts of your being. It will be YOU and the world. And so, as you embark upon your own journey, recognise those moments and just let them be. If you should decide to take a photo or video before doing so feel the moment, breath in the moment, and BE in the moment.

For me it’s been ten years. Ten years of stumbling around the globe, barely settling into one place before embarking onto the next. From Santiago to Manhattan, Sydney to Busan, Radom to Barcelona, and all the other places in between, here’s my story of how I discovered the world.

With Alan

My Story

As I write this, my mind is taken back to October 3, 2008, the day I left my home in pursuit of global discovery. I was excited, nervous, and sad in equal parts. I had been dreaming of this since I was a child.

If I’m to be honest, the timing aligned with the end of my first marriage. We were young and crazy in love when we married, but life happens and we were headed for divorce.

My soul was shattered. I remember just like it was yesterday the moments I literally fell to my knees in despair. Cries suffocating breaths. The strength it took to get out of bed each day, to eat, to clean, to work, to socialise, to just. be. nice. I read my way through a plethora of self-help books, met with therapists, drowned out my grief with art, dance, and Spanish classes, and all the while, praying for peace.

It was time that taught me that I needed to lose myself to the world in order to rebuild myself.

Lviv Bus